The blues that sing of a Summer now fading slowly away for another year ...
... the blue of the sky reflecting on the ocean, the music of the lapping tide floating in on the breeze ...
... the blue of wildflowers and yard sale finds and pretty cotton dresses ...
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... the blue of the sea, of old suitcases, of vintage things that speak of many Summers past.
The season for this shade of blue is passing, but like the ephemeral months of mid-year, it's never far from my mind.
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Blue, oh blue, I love you.
Fall colors will dim you, but only for a while.
You make your way back come Winter, as frosty hues, royal blues, even (for the luckiest) Tiffany-box blue.
You are among the most faithful, dear blue!
Always a pleasure to behold, beautiful blues...!
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